Drunk On Possibility

I have indulged in collecting
A wide variety of choices
I am drunk on possibility  

But I wander into the tavern 
And tell the barkeeper 
To pour me yet another option 

Decision stands waiting 
Just outside the tavern door 
A shadow cast through the window

I linger longer inside 
A drinking game has begun
I want to see what everyone's having

Eventually I must exit 
And give Decision his due 
Pouring him a glass of my selection

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